Morgana looked up toward the heavens.
The already dark, storm-choked sky suddenly roared to life with thunder.
In that split second of her hesitation, the clouds tore apart—
Tempest winds screamed, and the heavens split open like a wound of light.
Bolts of lightning intertwined and tangled across the firmament,
flashing through the gloom, momentarily banishing the darkness.
Then, Morgana felt it—a vast, divine power descending from above.
And soon, she saw him.
A man clad in thunder-forged armor, wreathed in endless lightning.
That face—she would never forget it.
It was the same mysterious sorcerer who had just forced her into a humiliating retreat—Damon.
But now, he had become something far more terrifying.
He stood there like the very incarnation of a storm—
a King of Thunder, crowned by the sky itself.
Every arc of lightning bowed before him in reverence.
In Morgana's widening eyes, Damon's figure expanded like a devouring black hole,
absorbing torrents of lightning until his entire form was made of thunder itself—
a colossal god of storms standing over a hundred meters tall.
In his hand: a spear of lightning.
His face, though obscured by flickering arcs of energy, still clearly bore Damon's features.
Just as Morgana thought it was over—
the storm intensified again.
The remaining lightning in the sky gathered into one titanic form—
a Thunder Qilin, hundreds of meters long.
Its scales shimmered like molten silver, and when it opened its eyes,
the world trembled.
It glared at Morgana with primal fury,
then—obediently—lowered its head for Damon to mount its back.
"N-No… impossible!"
"Such power… this isn't just one spell—he's casting multiple thunder magics at once!"
Morgana could barely breathe under the weight of that divine pressure.
It wasn't just fear—it was as if the world itself had decided her fate.
"Are you kidding me?! Even if he's channeling nature's thunder,
this level of spellcraft… it's impossible without an incantation or a ritual!"
"This—this isn't magic!"
Her voice broke into a terrified scream.
The once-infamous witch who once fought beside Merlin and made kingdoms tremble—
now stood powerless before the thunder god that Damon had become.
Her understanding of magic shattered completely.
She never knew magic could be played like this.
"Morgana…"
"Do you admit your guilt?"
Damon's voice was like the tolling of a divine bell—
each word booming across the entire city.
Every soul in New York froze.
Millions looked skyward, dumbstruck at the sight of the thunder god in the clouds.
Many fell to their knees instinctively, hands clasped in awe.
Even the faithless felt something stir within their hearts—
an image that would never fade: the Thunder God.
Morgana trembled violently. Her fragmented soul quivered,
her gaze darting everywhere, too afraid to meet his eyes.
"Since you acknowledge your sin,"
"Then receive your thunder's punishment!"
When did I ever admit it?!
Panic overcame her. She turned and fled, desperation in every movement.
But Damon merely pointed his hand,
and an invisible Kinetic Field enveloped the space around her—ten meters wide.
The barrier was intangible but absolute—
a prison separating her from freedom.
Before Morgana could even think of a counterspell—
the heavens detonated.
The sky itself turned white.
Thunder illuminated every street of New York.
The Thunder God and his Qilin charged through the storm,
crossing several kilometers in a heartbeat.
Hundreds of bolts rained down like a divine storm,
turning that ten-meter sphere into a sea of lightning.
Morgana's form was shattered again and again.
Each time she tried to reform, she screamed in agony,
only to be torn apart once more.
Then, when the Qilin descended alongside the Thunder God—
Morgana was annihilated completely,
her soul ripped asunder, her magic dispersed into nothingness.
Gone—
erased from existence.
As her body vanished,
the Thunder God and the Qilin dissolved as well—
their purpose fulfilled.
Silence fell.
Rain began to pour, washing the blood and ozone from the city streets.
Millions of New Yorkers stood frozen in place,
staring dumbly at the spot where the god had vanished.
Was it an illusion?
A miracle?
Whatever it was, the image of that thunder deity
was now burned into their very souls.
Meanwhile, not far away—
a pale-faced Damon blinked into existence at his doorstep.
"Damn… that was awesome."
The satisfaction of showing off was unmatched—
but his energy reserves were completely empty.
To kill Morgana in one strike,
he had gone all in.
He had channeled the full might of the heavens—
summoning the Thunder God, the Qilin,
and combining six thunder spells in total:
Lightning Storm, Thunderfall Array, Lightning Bolt, Kinetic Field, 200-Million-Volt Thunder God, and the Qilin Summon.
Even Thor himself would've been terrified if he'd seen it.
Morgana died well—worthy of such a spectacle.
Normally, Damon could never cast that many spells simultaneously.
He had cleverly hijacked the natural thunderstorm above New York,
weaving his magic through its existing energy.
A dangerous gamble—but it paid off.
Then came the system prompts:
[Morgana has been eliminated. Data recorded. +4000 Anomaly Points!]
[Map Editor upgraded to version 2.5 — "Inventory System" unlocked. Current anomaly points: 600 / 1600.]
Damon immediately maxed out his stats.
All six core attributes hit 150,
and his body refilled with vibrant energy—
the emptiness vanished in an instant.
Then he applied Morgana's template.
And suddenly—
his Energy attribute jumped by 50 points!
Character Status:
Name: Damon
Attributes:
Strength: 150
Intelligence: 150
Agility: 150
Endurance: 150
Soul Power: 150
Energy: 200 (150 + 50 from Morgana Template)
Inventory: Empty (10 slots)
Skills: Earth Core, Celestial Star, Thunder's Wrath, 200-Million-Volt Thunder God, Qilin Summon
Power Evaluation: "Barely qualifies as a main character."
The stats made sense—
his other attributes remained the same, but energy surged thanks to Morgana's template.
"So that's it," Damon muttered.
"Her template added a +50 to Energy. Her base mana must've been around 200."
"That means… if I record stronger beings, I can break my own stat limits!"
"If I can take down Superman someday…"
"That'd boost my Strength, Agility, and Endurance beyond mortal levels—ha!"
He grinned ear to ear.
Morgana's power had surprised him—200 Energy wasn't low by any means,
but for someone on par with Merlin, it made sense.
Still, she had raw power but no strong spells—
and in her weakened state, she never stood a chance.
Especially against someone who literally countered her with thunder magic.
"She died well."
Then his gaze turned to the newly unlocked function.
"Now, what's this 'Inventory System'?"
Opening it, he found a list of basic equipment:
Cloak of Invisibility
Vanguard Shield
Helm of Dominance
Alchemist's Hand
Gauntlets of Haste
Nothing legendary—just starter gear.
But as he looked at the empty grid slots,
an idea sparked in his mind.
His expression shifted into a mischievous smile.
"Wait a second…"
"Does this mean I can—?"
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